Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 12
Fenghuai County is buried in the Xincang Mountains, almost isolated from the outside world, and there are very few channels for information circulation. The most effective way to understand the world's major events is to rely on the circulating Dibao.

Generally speaking, there will be two copies, one is issued by the local state capital, called "Zhou Bao", which is published every half a month, and can be used to learn about local news, and the other is issued by the Imperial College, called "Guo Bao", according to Monthly supply, compiling the major events of the world.

In the past, the Mansion Newspaper was a publication that was only circulated among the governments at all levels. Until the previous emperor changed the regulations and ordered it to be published in large quantities among the people, the content of the Mansion Newspaper also underwent significant changes.

From now on, the slightly more confidential news will no longer be printed, and will be replaced by political news known to everyone, easy-to-understand interpretations of government orders, beautiful articles by senior officials in the court, etc., as well as the guarantee of the circulation of this mansion newspaper—— The world news, the situation in the world, and the legendary stories serialized on the last two pages.

It is reasonable to say that Dibao is not a scarce thing, but still the same sentence, Fenghuai is too poor, two newspapers were shipped over, but Fenghuai has no workshop to make copies, and in fact, the literate people in the entire county don't even know There is no more than a hundred, and there is no room for the circulation of Dibao.

So these newspapers were piled up in the county government office. Master Huang wrote down the stories from them and told them vividly to the children.

Therefore, in many cases, it is not that he deliberately whets the children's appetite and does not continue the story, but that the author of the title "Qingluan in the Mirror" has written it here, and the next issue has not been delivered yet.

Pei Ye took advantage of Lin Lin's convenience and went in and out of the public house many times before he knew there was such a "treasure".

After this disclosure, all the teenagers were excited and eager to try, Pei Ye said in a low voice: "Now the mansion report for August should have just arrived, you must have not heard of it, wait for me to bring it to you."

There was a small cheer in the room.

Pei Ye took a candle to the public room, opened the door, and a smell of ink came out.

The newly arrived mansion newspaper is usually circulated among the civil officials and writers first, and sure enough, Pei Ye only glanced at the table and saw the thin booklet.

Pei Ye walked over and looked at the four words [Da Tang Guo Bao] written in a correct style on the cover, and couldn't help being in a daze for a while.

This familiar cover stirs up the long-gone expectations and excitement, as if it is still attached to those days of simple happiness, both of which have been missing for a long time.

Gently flipping open, it was another muscle memory. Before Pei Ye could react, his hand had already skipped the boring political news and came directly to the last few pages.

Pei Ye smiled knowingly and looked down.

This page is about the news of the world and the situation in the world. The most prominent news on it is that last month the missions from the southern countries arrived in Shenjing, worshiped the saints, and the young talents they brought with them also made friends with the young people of the Tang Dynasty in both civil and military fields. We exchanged ideas.

After a quick glance, he was slightly startled by a few familiar names. This was not the time to take a closer look, so he turned back.

The next page is the pen and ink of "Green Luan in the Mirror". Now it is a story called "The Bone of the Chivalry", which has nothing to do with what Pei Ye read two years ago.I glanced back and saw that it was No. 20, titled "Eighteen Years of Being a Withered Ghost, When He Rifei Immortal First Floor".Generally speaking, the stories written by this person end in chapter No.20, and this should be no exception.

Pei Ye closed the booklet and tucked it under his arm. There was even a July national newspaper on the table. Pei Ye picked it up and flipped through it, but saw that the last few pages had been cut out. I don't know who used it to cheer the child up. Just leave the serious stuff that no one likes to watch.Throwing it back on the table, he picked up the much thinner state paper from the side.

The state newspaper also has the same typesetting, but the political part is much shorter, and the quality of the stories behind it is also much worse, because there is no special author to write in this state, but the storyteller's script is directly rubbed to perfuse it.The Jianghu news column said that recently a man in white came to the state to ask for a sword, and he might be a registered knight in Hefu.Pei Ye curled her lips, this style is consistent.

Pei Ye tucked it under her arm as well, held up the candle and walked to the depths of the mansion.

Besides picking up the mansion newspaper, Pei Ye's main purpose was to see if he could find the book in his memory that made him familiar with the word "quail".

There are two rows of bookshelves in the deepest part of the public room. Although they are not overcrowded, they are still well organized.In the past few years, Pei Ye often sat on the floor, leaning against the bookshelf with a book in his hand, and spent the entire afternoon reading.

At this time, holding an oil lamp, I browsed one by one on the bookshelf, directly skipping all kinds of historical books and biography, and I have never touched them; I don’t need to look too closely at the top ones, because they were short and out of reach at that time.I mainly focused on some interesting notebooks and wild histories in the lower level. I did find a few books that I read with gusto, but the contents were all wrong.

She rummaged through the books carefully, and as long as she had some impressions, Pei Ye would pull out a page to read.However, after rummaging through the entire bookshelf, I couldn't find that familiar feeling.

But if not here, where else?

After arriving here, the familiarity became clearer. He could almost recall the scene: he was leaning against the window, facing the sunset, and flipping through the book with the last remaining light, when the word suddenly came into view, I didn't recognize it, so I looked at it a few more times, and after making a note, I went out and asked a civil official.

But where has the book gone now?

Pei Ye frowned and went through the entire bookshelf again, and rummaged through the entire room on and off the tables.

The night becomes thicker and thicker, and the rain starts to patter again. It has been nearly an hour since Chang Zhiyuan came back. If the "god's favor" comes tonight, I'm afraid it won't take long.

Pei Ye straightened up, and had no choice but to accept the reality that she hadn't been able to activate the so-called [quail head].

Maybe the book has been lost or taken away by someone, and there is absolutely nothing to do at this time.

Since it is not within the "conditional dharma", it cannot be said.

Pei Ye left the public apartment with two volumes of residence under his arm. When he passed through the yard, he glanced at the hall. The generous armored figure was still sitting there motionless.

As if aware of his gaze, Chang Zhiyuan waved his hand and called him in.

As soon as I entered the front hall, I felt that the suffocating depression in the atmosphere was completely different from the excitement in the children's room.

As an insider, Pei Ye could fully understand the depression and suffering in the hearts of the three adults.

In fact, there is nothing they can do, they can only sit and wait, but they have to behave like a dam at the entrance of an ant nest. In the face of future heavy rain, the only function is to make the ants in the hole think that they are still under protection. middle.

There are only two extreme results they are waiting for - either Lieutenant Jingdu arrives and wipes out everything, or this small county government is wiped out by the murderer first.

Pei Ye walked in and asked in a low voice, "Any news?"

Chang Zhiyuan shook his head heavily and asked, "What are you holding?"

"Two newspapers, children like to read stories."

"..." Chang Zhiyuan's face became complicated, as if he couldn't bear to tell his parents and children the news of death, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he regained his reliability and calmness, "Well... Actually, I was just going to find you. There are 37 people in the county. Tolerance of the name belt knife has been distributed at various street corners to help you stop the pursuit. There are seven horses in the backyard, you can distribute them, let those who can ride take the ones who can't, and disperse to go in different directions..."

Pei Ye was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was talking about those teenagers in the room. He pursed his dry lips and said in a harsh voice, "Is... did something happen?"

Shen Yanping came over and said in a low voice: "The soul bird has never come back."

(End of this chapter)